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(Chorus)Breaking hearts in Halifax County,The three fine daughters of farmer BrownTurning heads of the boys in the schoolyardCatching whistles from the men downtownNo one knows why they went rowin',The three fine daughters of farmer Brown,They didn't know that the rocks on the river'd be The 'Three Sisters' island, where they'd all drown

Widower Brown had a girl named NellieShe was the oldest and toughest of threeShe would take her daddy's well-sharpened sickle And carve "kill men" in the sycamore treeThe men came a courtin' but she'd keep her distanceNever cracked a smile, just played it coySome say she's as tender as a petalShe'd act tough 'cause her daddy wanted a boy

Old man brown had a girl named DottieThe middle button and the most vain of the threeShe'd take her daddy's fat leather boot strap And whip anyone who'd call her 'Dorothy'The men would fawn her and she would repay 'emAnd peck 'em where they'd find it safe to kissLike the barn or the porch or the upstairs parlorAnywhere that'd keep 'em from her father's fist

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Farmer Brown had a girl named BeccaShe was the youngest and most reverent of allShe would take her daddy's King James BibleAnd go study Scripture at the brethren hallThe men would avoid her 'cuz she would condemn themFor cussing and drinking and chasing the BrownsShe'd say "Repent and join God forever!The pleasure of sin's not as good as it sounds."

One day the three with nothing in commonSpied upon an abandoned row boatMaybe their sense of adventure had pushedThe three young girls to set the ship afloatThey didn't know the strength of the riverThe merciless current that pulled them downMaybe it was due to the weight of their denimBut the three girls' bodies were never found

Some may recall the singing of the sirensLuring in the sailors to wreck and drownSome say they still hear the fightin' And the flirtin' And the preachin' Of the daughters of farmer Brown